I've finally managed to kick the flu and took the last of the antibiotics this morning. I tell you antibiotics make you do strange things. Drugs are evil.
I met the graduate last week for a drink - in my eyes, not a date but I don't think he had quite the same idea. I had no intention of staying for more than two drinks (I even had a great getaway plan). Unfortunately I took pity on the young lad and invited him to join me at the Boathouse to meet my cousin and another friend. See what I mean about drugs doing funny things to your brain? As much as I enjoy the graduates company, I am hands down not attracted to him at all.
The Boathouse was a good laugh, I might have consumed two or three SMALL glasses of wine (this is about half of what I would normally consume) and I was in a very jolly state. Suddenly it was 11pm and the pub was calling last drinks. A good thing believe me! According to the graduate, it would be impossible for him to get back to his place in East London at this hour of the eve, and could he possibly crash on our couch. No mood for arguing, I said that was fine.
I will point out, I hadn't eaten since lunchtime at this point and all I wanted to do was go home for a piece of toast and curl up in bed (alone). Got home, made the toast and found bedding for my house guest. Next thing you know he's snogging my face off! WTF?! And you know what...sometimes it's just easier to roll with it than to say no. So that's what I did. Certainly not my smartest choice. But I did draw the line at him coming upstairs. Whew.
Finally managed to get rid of him in morning after a very strong cup of coffee. Don't get me wrong, he's a lovely guy but I just need my own space in the mornings, especially weekends. He txt me mid week saying how much he enjoyed the night and can we do it again sometime soon. Awkward much?!
Oh yeah Valentines Day - nothing from any member of the opposite sex but I did have a lovely eve with a group of single girls. We spent the evening eating yummy food and putting the world to rights. Happy days.
Busy weekend ahead - single men of London - be warned ;-)
x
Last Friday was the big "break up date" with David Beckham. By 1pm I was so nervous, I felt like I was walking around in a bubble. This wasn't helped by the fact I had almost lost my voice and wasn't feeling great.
We sat down and had lunch, and the whole time he was being so nice to me and making me laugh. It got to the point where I thought "Nope, you silly girl you're not going to do it are you?" and I really thought I wasn't going to say those words out loud. Once we got outside to go back to our respective offices, I took a deep breath (actually with my dodgy chest it was more like a series of little puffs!) and said it all. I could feel the tears coming on, but managed to say what had been bothering me for several weeks. David Beckham took it pretty well, I think maybe he knew something wasn't right. And he confirmed I'd done the right thing when he said "No one, no matter how serious, will be part of my family". I understand his choice but it's not something I can live with. It did mean a lot to me that he said he'd still love to be part of my life as a friend. That was a silver lining from an otherwise terrible situation.
After a fairly traumatic day, the plan was to hit the pub to celebrate 30 years for Irish and possibly partake in one of more of the following:
- Excessive consumption of alcohol
- Tipsy txting to members of the opposite sex
- Random snogs with boys
Alas, by the time 5.30 rolled around I was dead on my feet and hardly able to talk due to the worsening cough. So I managed one drink before heading home to my bed (which I didn't leave for four days - I got a big ol' dose of the FLU!).
One week on and I'm still recovering from this lurgy (with a chest infection just to round things off). I thought it would be unfair to the world to go this long without some sort of male-related drama/action in my life. So tonight I'm going out with a former colleague of my bestie. He's Welsh. And he's also on a graduate programme in the City. I think that gives you an indication of his age. Ha.
Cough cough, I hope I last the weekend!
xx
I've finally made a date with David Beckham - lunch time today. I've been stressing about it a lot, and not sleeping well at all. I've had a lot of support from my friends and I know I'm making the right choice. Although it's going to be hard, I think I'll feel better once I've talked to him about it. I'm really not good at this face to face talking thing but a txt message or email doesn't seem quite right. Ideally I'd feel better with a few wines in my system before seeing him but I can see that ending badly!
I had been hoping to have a bit of a night out at the 30th birthday party tonight, unfortunately my health has packed in so I will make an appearence and crawl home to my bed! (and I guess that means no tipsy txts to Danger Mouse either, possibly a good thing!).
For a bit of light relief, I've stolen this "Fill in the Blanks" idea from another blog...enjoy and Happy Friday :-)
1. A very nostalgic place that reminds me of being a kid is:
Anakiwa in the Marlborough Sounds, New Zealand. Making new friends every summer with other families staying in the area, fishing, bush walks and picnics, no TV - bliss!
2. If someone really wants to show that they love me they should:
Keep in touch - email, txt, letter (extra points for snail mail!)
3. Lately I've been wondering a lot about:
If I'll ever find the man of my dreams and settle down. 'Nuff said about that topic!
4. When it comes to saving money I am:
Not bad but am tempted easily by travel! Put it this way, I don't have a "rainy day" fund!
5. I wish I knew how to make:
Profiteroles. I love them but have never tried to make them as it all sounds a bit too hard.
6. I'm just waiting for:
The next eight weeks to hurry up so I can go on my holiday to New Zealand for two weeks!
xx
January has been a busy month, despite the absence of alcohol in my life I have not let that prohibit me from having a good time. In fact, I think some nights were more enjoyable without a drink - having a giggle at tipsy boys after too many mojitos is well worth it!
January also had it's share of dilemmas with Lost Boys too. It was to be expected really. At the end of 2010, I was in a bit of a pickle about which boy to pursue more enthusiastically - Dagenham's answer to David Beckham (super nice, good job, good with kids, funny, good looking) or Danger Mouse (recently split from long-term partner in complicated circumstances).
I was initially more keen on Danger Mouse because, despite the complications I still like him (and he's good looking, makes me laugh and is very generous). However communications fell off the radar with him over the Christmas period so decided to David Beckham a go..hell why not, how often does Tinkerbell go out with someone from Dagenham?!
So David Beckham and I saw each other several times over the holidays. He paid for lunch, he bought me drinks, he txt me at appropriate times. This all seemed good. Then I invited him over for dinner. He didn't stay as he had a family event the next day. Here is where the cracks start to show. . .
Firstly, Dagenham is a heck of a long way from where the Wombles live. Secondly, it just so happens that all of David Beckham's family is religious. He's not but Mrs Beckham Senior plus three sisters all are. So while I don't prescribe to any particular religion, and don't have a problem with their beliefs; Mrs Beckham will not be able to cope with a son with a girlfriend who is not from her religion. This means: no meeting the parents, no meeting the sisters or nieces and nephews, no invites to family dinner or events. I would be a secret. He would have a life that I could never be part of.
It has taken a few weeks to be sure how I feel about the situation. I'm not prepared to be a secret in anyone's life. I don't think David Beckham realises, he is txting me as I type this. It is taking all my nerve to set up at date to tell him I can't see him anymore.
How will it pan out? Will he take it well? Will he understand? And can we still be friends? This is probably all a bit too much for a Tuesday afternoon! But I hope to have these answers by Friday in the hope that I can enjoy Friday night at Irish's 30th and get a decent night's sleep without waking up at ridiculous o'clock worrying about having "the talk" with David Beckham.
xx
ps News just to hand, Danger Mouse is officially single now. Bring on the wines...I feel a tipsy txt coming on ;-)
